Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Magma,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.